“That was just act one,” he said. “Go back to watch act two.” Mystified they turned away and headed back to their vantage point.Smirking to hi...self, Reeves went downstairs and quietly crept into the parlor. Pouring four brandies into snifters, he set them on a silver tray. Carrying the tray in one hand, he picked up a small humidor in the other and went into the Great Room.Anita had crawled off her husband’s lap and was sitting between John and Malcolm, though Caroline remained in Malcolm’s. "Okay, okay. I'm getting up. Just give me a minute," he muttered in his tired, groggy tone.She frowned at him, pouting a little. "We don't have a minute. We are only here for three days and two nights. There's almost no time to do anything." She was whining now because all she could think of was all the things she wanted to do, especially visiting that art gallery; that was the top priority.While she waited for Morgan to get ready, she quickly dressed in a green and white striped sundress that. Having a roomate was definately not going to stop me. So after my classes before he got there I would nut quick, then before I went to sleep, after he was out cold on his side of the room. And in the morning before he woke up or after he left. It became a rutine for me, and I got comfortable with it, no longer hiding my porn on my laptop, or wearing headphones for it, or hiding my cock behind the covers. I would just be pretty much naked on my bed, porn up, volume low, while my roomie was. Coral sprawled back on the couch, clicking to through the TV channels with bored indifference.There was a knock on the door."Who is it?" called Coral."Room Service, Miss," came the reply.Coral went to the door wondering what this was about. They hadn't ordered anything.Outside the door three staff were waiting. Daniel in his black maids uniform; Lawrence, a manicurist neat in a short pink dress and pink pill box hat and Jerry, one of the hotel spa's masseurs in his short white tunic and tights..